Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe.
Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe.
Is it the lumberman, then, who is the friend and lover of the pine, stands nearest to it, and understands its nature best Is it the tanner who has barked it, or he who has boxed it for turpentine, whom posterity will fable to have been changed into a pine at last No no it is the poet he it is who makes the truest use of the pine-who does not fondle it with an axe, nor tickle it with a saw, nor stroke it with a plane....
Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of a pathological criminal.
I knew there was an old axe down cellar; that is all I knew.
Autobiography of Lorenzo Snow Our former loved associates Have mostly passed away While those we knew as children Are crowned with locks of gray. We saw Times varied traces Were deep on every hand Indeed, upon the people, More marked than on the land. The bands that once with firmness Could grasp the axe and blade, Now move with trembling motion, By strength of nerve decayed. The change in form and feature And furrows on the cheek Of Times increasing volume, In plain, round numbers speak. And thus, as in a mirrors Reflection, we were told, With stereotyped impressions, The fact of growing old.
HATCHET, n. A young axe, known among Indians as a Thomashawk.
If anybody says their facelift doesn't hurt, they're lying. It was like I'd spent the night with an axe murderer.
About the use of language: it is impossible to sharpen a pencil with a blunt axe. It is equally vain to try to do it with ten blunt axes instead.
A book should serve as an axe to the ice inside us.
If you should look for this place after a handful of lifetimes Perhaps of my planted forest a few May stand yet, dark-leaved Australians or the coast cypress, haggard With storm-drift but fire and the axe are devils. Look for foundations of sea-worn granite, my fingers had the art To make stone love stone, you will find some remnant.
A grindstone that had not grit in it, how long would it take to sharpen an axe And affairs that had not grit in them how long would they take to make a man.
... The books we need are the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that make us suffer like the death of someone we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide, or lost in a forest remote from all human habitation-a book should serve as an axe for the frozen sea within us.
If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.
But not content,
Wishing to own two thousand acres,
I bustled through the years with axe and plow,
Toiling, denying myself, my wife, my sons, my daughters.
Come to the sunset tree The day is past and gone The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.
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